Nepal Trip ‘22

Magical Accounts in nepal

Written by Dom D’Ascenzo

We came to a stop at a cluster of stones that were stacked in a rectangle and stood about three feet tall. Our guide, Kolyan, told us that every year tens of thousands of Hindi people would travel this path and sleep in these stone huts on a pilgrimage to Lake Gosainkunda. The soil that we stood on, the rocks that we stepped over, and even the air that we breathed in was living sacred history. We took off our packs and spent the next couple of minutes facing north. We had reached 15,000 foot high Laurebina Pass, a pass between the Nepal’s Lang Tang valley, the valley that we had just spent a week trekking through, and Maula Dhupi Chaur which we would trek through for the next week. The white mountains in the distance took up more of the horizon than the sky itself did. Each peak that I saw was taller than any mountain that I had ever seen before, yet shady silhouettes of mountains even larger stood behind them.

In this moment, we said goodbye to the Tsergo Ri and Kyanjin Ri, the mountains that we climbed. We said goodbye to the villages that shared their culture with us for a night. We said goodbye to the school full of adorable kids that we visited. We said goodbye to what felt like a lifetime of memories and experiences. Then, we turned and looked at the ominously clouds rolling in to our south. We put our packs on and started off, grateful for every moment of our life that had lead us to this wonderful place, people, culture, and country of Nepal.